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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 23, 2008 17:56:39 GMT -5
There was something about her that rubbed him the wrong way. Dean sipped his drink- a rum coke- and frowned at the dark skinned woman sitting at the bar. He thought it had something to do with the way she hung on every word of the guy next to her. The guy seemed like just your average Joe. Nothing terribly interesting about him, unless you knew he was a Hunter. The Winchester took another sip and looked around for his brother who was, once again, missing. Supposedly Sam had gotten sick of sitting around at the bar, but Dean thought something else must be going on. This place was pretty sweet after all!
Before his mind drifted further, Dean looked back to the woman. He’d spotted her soon after he’d first come in. She’d sat against the wall, an unobvious place, but just happening to be right in his line of sight. She was a looker, that was certain, but there was something about her expression that had made him wonder at her motives for being in this place. Her face had been utterly neutral, as if nothing bothered or interested her one way or the other, but only until she’d positioned herself at the table. Then she began to look around with lively, interested eyes. It had been as if someone had flipped a switch and the robot suddenly had emotion. And then she’d made her way to the bar and to that man...
Dean took another sip- a chug really- finishing his drink as he continued to watch her.
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Post by Tasha on Jul 27, 2008 13:24:51 GMT -5
Her latest orders had brought her an upclass bar on the west side of town. Her master had been informed that this was where a hunter named Demmar had been spending his time of late. The man had stumbled unwittingly upon an important piece of information concerning the rise of Azazel and his demon army. Concerned that Demmar would soon realize the significance of his information and connect it to Azazel, the Cult’s leader, Amazarak, had opted to silence him. That was Tasha’s job.
Not knowing what he had, Demmar’s guard was not as high as it might have otherwise been. She found it easy to start up a conversation about normal things, then hinting that she too was a Hunter, the conversation had shifted in that direction. Slipping a drug into the man’s drink had helped him loosen up around her and so it wasn’t overly difficult to convince him to leave so that they could actually hear themselves talk.
Helping to guide him, Tasha and the drugged man walked out of the bar to the bustling street.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 30, 2008 18:00:51 GMT -5
Dean had begun to lift his hand to motion to the waitress for a beer when his quarry began to move off, taking the hunter with her. The way the man stumbled Dean could tell he was either drunk or drugged. ....Possibly exhausted to the point of stupor from his conversation, but Dean reasoned the other two choices far more likely. Lowering his hand before the waitress saw him, the Winchester slid on his coat and, after waiting for the woman and the hunter to exit, began to follow. - -- - -- - continued at Enemy unveiled
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